Silhouette Knights Novels & Stories

They had the split-second warning from their mentor to duck, in which all three Knights dove for the ground, Sophia taking Anouk with her, positive he couldn’t react as fast as they could before a giant sword flew over the place where their necks would have been and slammed into a tree. Another rogue Knight appeared, standing on the sword, critiquing the group of Knights on the ground in front of him. The lower half of his face was covered with a cloth mask and he wore camouflage armbands, striped pants, and no shirt. The strappings of his sword’s sheath formed an ‘X’ on his chest. “Aidan Grey’s a master of the silent kill. He is a bandit from the nearby village. Often called the Demon of th

her mate whispered back. “I have two things to say. First, I think Knight had withdrawn his soul between the confines of his wolves again. That's why he hardly even died under attacks before. His soul would hide and slip back up after a tiny while. However, this time it seemed different. Like Knight was unable to come up on his own.” Wayne gulped down.

The secret passage door burst open, and Silva strode in, followed by the remaining hundred plus members of Gantric Knights, their weapons gleaming under the dim chandelier light. Looking at this all the remaining nobles became alert as there hold on their weapons become tight, ready to fight. Silva smirked, his gaze sweeping over the poisoned nobles and terrified guests. “Seems like we arrived right on time,” he drawled. Tressa turned toward him, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes “You sure did, my head was starting to ake, listening to this old lady’s ratting.”

Vane did not speak; he merely twisted his wrist with terrifying, mechanical precision, leveraging his entire body weight to drive the crimson blade down toward Caelum’s collarbone. Across the shattered chamber, the twenty Void Knights pressed their advantage. Their black-silver weapons glinted through the dampening mist as they engaged Beta Marcus and the Citadel guards. Marcus swung his shadow-forged broadsword with disciplined brutality, but the pitch-black fog hung heavily in the air, leeching the magic from every strike and making every movement feel as though they were fighting under deep water.

“You wanted a Luna who fights. Fight me.” Training. Right. That’s what they call it. We’re in the east yard before the sun’s fully up. Stone circle. No guards. No audience. Just four Kings and me. Theo sits on the edge, head tilted, listening. Kain records. Rook watches. Silas strips his weapons. Drops them in a pile. Knife. Two daggers. Silver chain. He rolls his shoulders. The sigils on his skin glow faint red. “Witch-wolf,” he says. “Mother’s breed. We bleed different.”

she then asked in a teasing manner. She tried to assess the person who was seated in front of her, studying his features carefully. Arthur Knight, the CEO of A. K. Media, has a strong angular face and his dark hair was swept carelessly, parting at the sides. Long dark lashes hid pale blue eyes, the shape and colour were a familiar sight to her. The Knight siblings were all blessed with almond shaped and light blue eyes which were similar to Abigail's. He has strong broad shoulders, probably broader than Aaron's and if he worked out as hard as his womanising brother, a sculpted and lithe body should be hidden underneath that white and pristine Ralph Lauren shirt.

I prayed that we will continue to be a complete and understanding family where there is no conflict. I looked at the man beside me, the man who made my life complete. The man who made me believed that there really is true love for me. I smiled knowing that he’ll always be my side, protecting me and our future little ones soon. This man is my life and without him, I would be nothing. I rested my head on his shoulders and felt the solemnity of the place. This is my home, my knight in shining suit who would save me always. Ethan is and will always be my home.

They held cutlasses, boarding axes, and Imperial-issue pistols. And sitting on a barrel in the center of the ring, peeling an apple with a knife that looked suspiciously like a dragon’s tooth, was Captain Silas Vane. He was a man of contrasts. He wore a coat of pristine white silk—stained at the cuffs with wine—over trousers of rough canvas. His hair was braided with gold coins, and his beard was trimmed to a devilish point. But it was his eyes that held the attention; one was green, the other was a milky, blind white, scar tissue spiderwebbing across the socket.

"Nice to meet you too, Louise." "Introduce, the Silverwall Knights Special Forces leader, Otho." Louise continued, pointing at the brave knight wearing the conical helmet on the face. The knight also bowed in salute. Lillian hurriedly returned the greeting while giggling happily. “Look, Phill! Real knights!" "I know, that's great, right?" replied Phillip with a similar euphoria. “But I'm also a real knight. How come you guys weren't this happy when you met me,” Louise muttered as she squeaked.

He felt a light breeze on his neck as he looked up and saw Glutton in front of him. Everything went so fast that he couldn't even follow what was happening. Glutton smelled Raia as if there was fresh and delicious meat in front of him. He wanted to bite into his neck, but he restrained himself. "W-what are you?" Raia couldn't help but ask. "What am I?" Glutton became serious but still observed Raia's movements. "As you can see..." he said, moving slightly away from Raia. "I am a ghoul...!!" he shouted loudly. There was no one around to hear them, so Glutton didn't care about the consequences of his actions. Glutton was known as the careless ghoul.